a shadow of the lion is tormenting me <br />he is opening his jaws, and I can see it <br />on the wall is lying down, without the question <br />the large mane, I could see similar <br />which from close up is arousing the respect <br /> <br />the lion is raising the paw <br />and he indicates on the small skunk. <br />it every day is treading on my flowers <br />when there is no me. <br /> <br />the short beastly coward, is leaving, <br />the cloud of the smell, of which long time <br />there is still a smell in air. the shadow <br />of the lion is friendly <br /> <br />is reminding me, that I am also a lion, <br />at least zodiacal, and the skunk, will always stay, what is and will leave only <br />what...he...can afford. <br />I can afford on more.<br /><br />Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-skunk-of-the-everyday-life-in-the-action/
